My oorts are like insects, each with a clear metamorphosis path… they start off as little worms, helpless, defenseless, on a scorching desert in the badlands of Finata. My youngest at any one point immediately gets schooled in the art of dexterity to the max and then trained in mass crafting as soon as possible. They are the workers. They are drones. They build. They mash stone. It’s a hard life - not a pretty life - but life it is. 4 have gone through this stage, and a new addition is eager to join them soon.
Prome3us, the first one, destined to be a hunter one day but currently serving as the hammer in my toolbelt. He can dish out a beating and is responsible for mining, excavations, and inevitable large scale deconstructions. He loves bunnies and burgers. Sometimes bunny burgers.
Haephestus came next. One day he will run the fairy forge, but he earns his keep in front of other machines. He is the gear lever that keeps the other cogs turning, supplying all our tools and advanced materials.
Dionysus appeared as we picked up speed. The colony is an army, and an army marches on its stomach. His talents far outreached his opportunities at first, and while we had to be satisfied with soups and stews, he was already planning lavish and fantastical deserts. His gastronomical ponderings revealed astronomical abilities, and he can now open gates to where his ingredients cower in fear. Favouring foods instead of drinks has blessed him with a clear mind, and some wickedly sharp chiseling skills.
Lastly came Gaia. In touch with everything around her, she can reach the highest tops of trees without jumping. Her thirst for knowledge has her zipping around planets at lightning speed, collecting the bounties off their backs. She is not one to run from a fight though, she casually strolls where the bodies of others litter the ground. Carefully, silently, and decisively dealing with threats one at a time and at the time of her choosing.
Our next member… is but a dream for now. So many have come before; is there need for another? Will he mix drinks for Huntorious? Will she become a skilled killer? Holder power over death and giving back life? All we know is… the colony needs another drone…